treasures

there will be days
 i question
foreign intentions
'course they're unfamiliar,
that of my own.
don't wanna be pessimist---ic
rot-rut of doubts and thoughts
you've brought this out
lost the strength to put it back
not you--literally
plurally--
all whom have been with
me
leaving pieces to keep
hold on to what was
give to those waiting to be

as if they'd bear a new experience

as if pure the substance produced
through my pores
the putrid glands
that swell with ills
and smells that kill
were fresh

its just a wall
'been repainted
glossed, dried,
 layered thin,thick, thin
cover marks, cracks, chips
smiles,cries, fits
no one's "been here"

welcome tenants
looking for crash worthy spaces
till the stash underneath sheets grow
HIGH
'nough to leave trash
behind------find
new surroundings----throw
housewarmings ---to
flaunt and measure
what                   'treasures'
 hide
'round
corners.